𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉𝓉 -
a bubbly girl. she has a good heart and was kind to those around her even if the kindness wasn't given back. she loved the littlest things in life like flowers and even her own company at times. willow was grateful for...
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I walk back into the house but not before sighing deeply.
I know somethings going to be said, a comment maybe. she's not going to be happy knowing things other than work make me happy.
I shut the door behind me and turn around to everyone looking at me. I walk closer into the dining room.
when I get in I can tell grandmas vibe has completly changed.
it was all an act for Reece.
she's gone from happy, sweet and caring to bothered and annoyed.
I take a seat next to my brother to which he just smiles at me, I haven't seen him in a while.
well like a week.
he's been busy with work and well girls and everything but he probably knows he wouldn't hear the end of it off grandma if she didn't see or hear from him.
because the food was layed out on the table I help myself to a jacket potato and some salad while we all sit in silence.
"so" grandma starts and we all look up from our plates.
"I see you've made some friends. what an introduction that was" she tries to crack a joke but nobody laughs.
I mean grandad would have but he isn't here, he's in the bathroom.
"anyways let's move to a lighter subject shall we. how's work willow? are you getting into university or?" she follows her sentence off waiting for my answer.
"no grandma, I told you remember. I'm into fashion designing and I actually got a job at this big brand company as a designing manager" I smile at her lightly feeling proud of my accomplishments.
"your still going on with that? I mean at least your working with someone now and not on your own which wouldn't work out. you need to work hard for this willow make these people proud, make them your only responsibility to try your best to wow them otherwise they will get rid of you like that. this is the real world alright sweetheart" she lectures to which I just try and ignore and eat my food.
I mean it is pretty easy to ignore because of how good this jacket potato is.
who made these? there great. imma need the recipe asap.
"I do work hard grandma, I started my first-" I get cut off by her.
are you joking, why do people keep doing this.
"well keep it going" she takes another gulp of her wine and then proceeds to pour some more into the glass, finishing the wine bottle.
I pour myself my own drink. I get the orange juice jug from the middle of the table and pour myself a drink of that.
the juice spluttering in the cup sounding louder because of the silence.
there's so much tension for literally no reason. all made by her.
